I just got reminded from another thread to give an update to this one.
Well first, the clothing issue.
My partner and I packed lots of pants and shirts and when we got there, we ended up not wearing the pants and stuck more to the shorts as most of our time was in the touristy areas where everyone was wearing shorts. (Knowing what we know now, we would have packed much less pants). We did buy gallabeahs but only wore them on the boat cruise for “dress-up” night.
The 14-year-old going on 24 wore pants at the beginning and then switched to longer capris for the rest of the trip. She wore t-shirts that weren’t her normal scissored-jobs and had the full neck intact and we didn’t have a problem. Except one time, she did get hasseled when we were getting out of a cab. She had capris and a t-shirt and a short-sleeved hoodie on and a man across the street was making a lot of cat calls. It was one of the times that we were really thankful for Cairo traffic. 
The two youngest (6 & 8) stayed in shorts and t-shirts for the most part (the youngest girl got a couple local dresses too).
As for the trip, as we stopped calling it a ‘vacation’ mid-way through, it was good and we’re glad we did it. This is a really, really long summary of the trip. It might sound a bit negative, but that’s not the intent. It was an exhausting trip and there were some realities that came up. (Grain of salt and all that)
We arrived at 8pm at night and were greeted by our tour guide from Memphis. We were really relieved as he escorted us first to the Banque Misr to buy visas and then through immigration. There weren’t any signs telling us where to go to buy visas and probably would have had to wait in line twice to get through, maybe three times since one side was less busy and was for the other airplanes bags. We got the bags, got out of the airport, hopped into a van and drove to the hotel for check-in.
The hotel in Cairo, more specifically in Heliopolis, was called the Baron Hotel. We thought it was a bit shabby, run-down, and past its prime but a place where we could just put our heads down at night without too much worry. The location was between the airport and downtown Cairo and had a nice 10 minute walk to a good restaurant that the hotel recommended called “Abou Shakra”. It turns out this is a chain throughout the middle east that serves some pretty good food at a good price. (The five of us ate for about $25). We ended up coming back again too.
At this point, I have to explain a little something. I’m a little neurotic about traveling and I had a list that was checked off of what I needed to pack. I also tried to trim down what I would normally bring by 50% since I knew that this trip was constantly on the move. Moreover, I like to be to the airport at that magical “2 hours before the plane takes off” time. My partner is the exact opposite of that, so he knows that when we’re going to fly somewhere, I’ll have a friend drop me off at the airport on my own. When he arrived at the airport, everyone ladened down with suitcase and rushing to the gate with 10 minutes to spare, I knew that he didn’t pack carefully.
The next morning, we have a 7am departure time for our journeys. It was my fault as I heard 8am and what was going to be hectic turned into madness as we all rushed to get dressed, get downstairs, eat as fast a breakfast we could, and pile into the van. An hour and a half later we got to the pyramids at Dahshur. We chose these as Frommer’s and Lonely Planet said that these were less visited pyramids and easier to go into as well. They were right, the two pyramids had just a handful of tourists out there so it was much easier to get pictures of just us there. (What’s a trip without great photo-ops?) A quick hike inside of the pyramid deep down into a room that didn’t have anything in it. Well, we could at least say that we have been inside of a pyramid.
We left Dahshur and headed back to Cairo with a stop at a “rug factory”. Now, our tour with Memphis is just the 5 of us, a tour guide, and a driver. Our tour guide turns and explains that the small village makes these rugs and that children start working at 6 years old making these rugs. Well, we get there and see the looms and learn how we are able to tell quality rugs (they have defects in them is how we do it). And are promptly brought up to the showroom and offered ice cold beverages as we mull over our decision on what to buy. We leave after using the bathroom and didn’t look back as the prices were on the high side ($150 US for a rug that was 1’x1’ made of silk…that was the bargained down price too).
Onward to Cairo and the Pyramids of Giza. Huge, amazing pyramids that were crawling with other tourists braving the noon heat with no shade. A short history lesson and it’s on to the camel ride to the smallest of the kings’ pyramids there. We heard horror stories of prices negotiated at the beginning of the ride being reconfigured before dismount is allowed. Luckily, Memphis took care of the payment and we were able to enjoy the ride worryfree…well except for the sheer height of the camels. Yikes! This ended up being one of the highlights of the trip and there’s something othertimely about taking these beasts of burden to these stone monuments.
Next up, a walk around the Sphinx and then a van ride to a “perfume factory”. We were grubby from the desert sand, which was compounded by the sweat from the 95 degree weather and a lot of hiking about. The last thing we wanted was to have an olfactory assault on a muggy hot day. This was far from a factory, there wasn’t even a pretense offered to show how it was made, it was just there for sale. Blah. So, 5 minutes later we get out to the van. Our tour guide says that up next is the papyrus factory. No thanks. The problem is we don’t have a hotel and we’re sitting in the van. Our train to Aswan doesn’t leave for another 7 hours. We ask if they can take us to Khan El Khalili market and a call to Memphis by our tour guide returns with the answer “Yes! At 50 egyptian pounts a head”. So, $50 US to take us there, which we decline and so the van, loaded with our luggage drops us off at a random hotel and we are told that they’ll be back at 7pm to take us to the train station.
Across a busy, busy street is a shopping mall and so after finding a kind local who knows how to navigate the traffic and helps us across, we get inside. It’s a very large mall, about 6 floors, with none of the escalators working. We’re happy to check all of the little stores and have a great time chatting with the shopkeepers. It’s got little toy stores where the kids each get a little something to keep 'em happy and an interesting amalgamation of western and conservative muslim clothing for sale. We decide to have a McDonald’s dinner since it’s right there and get a window seat onto the street. We watched what appeared to be a homeless child, shoeless, 4 years old, and no parent in sight walking around. He would approach people leaving the McDonald’s and snatch their drinks or fries from their hands and run off. He would then take a sip or a fry and then throw the rest on the ground. It wasn’t a pretty picture but something that we were in a way glad to have had the kids see. On the way out, I pulled some candy from my backpack and gave it to our kids and they handed them out to the kids on the street.
Our van picked us up soon after and we went to the train station and waited and waited and waited. The train to Aswan was a couple hours late and we were very glad to see it when it arrived. The five us were going first class which had 4 of us in two connecting cabins and the 5th sharing a cabin next door. A hot dinner was brought out about 20 minutes after the train got going and 30 minutes later, they offered to pull down our beds. The compartments were relatively quiet and came with a pillow and sheets. I popped a dramamine which helped me conk out in what ended up being an 11 hour train ride (apparently, it should have only been 8 hours). Breakfast was served (5 individually wrapped breads and “orange juice” which was just water with an orange segment dropped in it). Our new memphis tour guide was waiting for us at the train station and took us to our hotel, the freakin’ gorgeous Old Cataract Hotel. (This is where Agatha Christie wrote “Death on the Nile”. ) The rooms were spacious and we had great views of the nile and of Elephantine Island. We explored the hotel’s offerings for food which were expensive and didn’t offer kids’ menus so we took a taxi into town. We did some shopping in what turned out to be our favorite market and had lunch in town.
At the beginning of all of this, Memphis gave us a cell phone. If the tour guides needed to get a hold of us, or our family back home, we’d have a number to get a hold of. This was included in the price of the trip (820 Euros a piece, with the two kids under 12 counting only as one person). I get a call from our tour guide who says that we have to be back at the hotel at 2pm to take a tour. We checked our itinerary and had nothing planned, so we pressed further. Well, the tour we had planned for tomorrow wasn’t possible due to other things, so it was now or never. My partner was exhausted from the train and the previous day, so he and the kids decided to relax by the pool; I went on the tour. I’m glad I did. The driver, our tour guide, and I take the van up to a boat to get to the Temple of Philae. UNESCO moved this to a new island a quarter of a century ago and it’s amazing. I knew that these temples had hieroglyphics, I just didn’t know the amount. They went from top to bottom and all around. In some cases, the carvings were so detailed that they looked freshly made. After that, it’s a trip back over the low dam and onto the high dam. According to my tour guide, this sole dam provides enough electricity for all of Egypt with enough left over to sell to neighboring countries as well.
I get dropped off at the hotel and we’re told tomorrow’s itinerary. We’ll be getting a 2:45 wake-up call and we need to be in the lobby by 3:00 am with all of our bags as we’ll be checking out. This sucks. We really loved this hotel but the show must go on. We load our luggage, ourselves, and our to-go breakfasts into the van and go get in line for the armed convey for a 3 hour drive to Abu Simbel. We’re told to go to the bathroom beforehand as there’s going to be no stopping in the desert due to “pirates”. The convey takes off around 4am and back in Aswan is the last we see of the armed truck and pretty much the rest of the vans heading down there. We all drift in and out of sleep but waken up to watch the sun rise across the desert. It’s quite barren except for the occassional hill and the power lines that swing up and down running along the highway. Times like these and there’s such a peace afforded by traveling inside of a car that the womb is very comforting.
We arrive at the momunent around 7 am and see that we must have been passed by half of the convoy at some time and the other half is close behind us. The mob ascends on the gate and we pass our bags through the x-ray machine and walk down the man-made mountain to the other side with the two monuments of Abu Simbel. They’re impressive, but…well, I just saw the Temple of Philae yesterday. It wasn’t crowded, and yesterday didn’t require a really long car drive either. Abu Simbel ended up being one of those places where we all agreed that we can say we’ve been to*. *(But knowing inside, that we really didn’t think it was worth it). After seeing both places, it’s a quick snack, a bathroom break, and back in the van for another 3 hours back to Aswan.
We arrive and check into our boat, the M/S Mojito. Now, about a Nile cruise…well, we’re not cruise people, but it just seemed like the thing to do. We were the minority on the boat with the rest of the boat made up by a French tour group. The boat’s meals were set on a schedule and if you missed a meal, you were out of luck. It was all buffet style and at one point we were lucky the placards were in French so the children didn’t know that the chicken they were eating wasn’t exactly chicken. The hardest part for me was when they had a seafood buffet and everything except for the rolls had seafood in it. I’m allergic and not even the salads were safe for me. We were en route to our next city and so I had no options but the snickers bar in my backpack. The rooms were very nice and the boat had absolutely no wave action to make one feel seasick. The pool on the rooftop was not good however. The water’s temperature was about 45 degrees Fahrenheit and there were two depths: 6 inches or 8 feet.
The cruise led us North down the Nile from Aswan with stops in Kom Ombo and Edfu. I enjoyed our trip to Edfu. We took horsedrawn carriages through the town center to the temple early in the morning and got a great view of local life. The juxtaposition in some things, like a photocopier on an extension cord in the front of the building being used or a man riding into town on a camel and talking on his cell phone… there was just a lot of charm in what may be considered mundane to the locals.
The cruise stopped next in Luxor and stayed there for the next two nights. So it become pretty much a hotel on the water. Cruise ships on the Nile are a bit interesting. They have a lobby in the center of the ship with a door on either side. The ship closest to land has a walkway out and they open the other door so other ships can attach themselves parallel and you walk through multiple lobbies to get to land or back to the ship. I was thankful that our side of the ship faced land as the rooms across the hall had the next ship’s windows right next to theirs.
Luxor was a nice town with temples seemingly everywhere. The next morning, we’re told is a 4am wake up call for the hot air balloons. We go out at night and have dinner off of the ship at a McDonald’s (yeah, I know, but we were really sick of the boat food) directly across from the Temple of Luxor. Ok, two things stand out about this McDonald’s. One is the sheer size of the food. It’s competing with the pharaohs. The cheeseburger was the size of the 8 year old’s head. If McDonald’s in the US served these sizes, Morgan Spurlock would have had a lot more to complain about. The second thing is a bit on the disgusting side. Well, a large meal can do things to a digestive tract and a trip to the bathroom was met with a distressing moment when after finishing up, a rude discovery is made where there is a lack of toilet paper. I was prepared in my backpack for this eventuality on this trip, but that was downstairs at our table. It was at this moment that I discovered the wonder of wonders, a faucet handle on the side of the toilet. After seeing that one, I noticed them everywhere in Egypt and alerted my partner on their presence too. We agreed that when we remodel the bathroom at home, we will be importing these toilets.
Back to Luxor, that night I was not feeling 100% and checked my temperature and found it over 101. My partner went out to the pharmacy and got me some over the counter antibiotics (I was pretty sure it was strep throat as I get it frequent enough) and I stayed on the boat and they went to the sound and light show at Karnac. He said that he expected something different. Lasers, smoke, dance music weren’t there. What was there was crisp clear speakers that spoke in completely understandable English with lights that lit up the part of the temple that was being talked about.
The next morning we got up at 4 am for the bus to take us to the hot air balloons. Well, we got our breakfasts from the boat to-go and got on the bus. We got off the bus about 6 blocks later and went down to a motor boat that crossed the Nile. The boat stopped and let us to get onto a van that took us to the hot air balloons. We thought a donkey would be involved soon. The balloons soared high above showing Luxor on one side of the Nile and the Valley of the Queens on the other. We lifted to a little over a 1000 meters before our descent from the calm skies.